(Additional update for "DiejiaGuo" brothers [2/5])
The deepest part of Shadowmoon Great Cemetery.
This is an area that looks extremely magical from the outside. It was built deep underground, but the Shamans mobilized the power of the elements to create a "Suspended Platform" here.
It is a circular altar but surrounded by boulders of different heights. The mysterious Shadowmoon Rune is engraved on those stones. They are a kind of "Magic Text" with their own magical power. Shadowmoon Clan's psychics rely on these runes to drive Undead. As for where they come from.
Hehe, is there any need to guess?
The knowledge that can be linked to the power to control death can be understood by imagining its origin.
Nowadays, Fel is roaming the stars, Holy Light is fighting back, Arcane is hiding its traces, the void is doing things crazily, and life is growing slowly. Death is also quietly gathering its power in the war that burns away the stars. All wars and peace that occur in the material universe are just part of the greater "Force Conflict", which is the manifestation of the power of the origin of the universe in Material World. If the fluctuations of the force cannot be calmed, the disasters in the world will not stop at that moment.
Only by understanding this can we understand the core contradiction of the troubled Azeroth universe.
However, Shadowmoon Clan did not use it recklessly after the ancestors received the gift of the power of death. On the contrary, the simple ancestors of Orcs respected death like the element.
For a long time in the past, they used this power to appease Undead and provide very high-quality "funeral services" for the entire Orcs civilization, plus Orcs people worship Ancestral Spirit, this made Shadowmoon Clan quickly become the "top culture" in the Orcs civilization. Shaman and the psychics of their clan were very respected.
But Shadowmoon Clan has never abused this respect!
Their people adhere to the ways of their ancestors and work conscientiously to support the advancement of their own civilization.
From this point of view, Shadowmoon Clan was indeed qualified to lead Orcs. However, everything is different now.
To paraphrase an old saying, times have changed!
In this Holy Land secret room, cold power surrounds the divine Holy Stone pillar. With every deep breath of Ner'zhul who is kneeling in it, the surrounding Suspended Platform The reflection of the dim sea of stars will appear, much like a strange observatory, and the dim starlight will make the place darker in the transformed reflection, making this place look like a "supernatural area" between Material World and other realms.
Shadowmoon Clan's contemporary Chieftain Ner'zhul seems to be sleeping in this darkness, but he is actually doing daily prayers, praying to Ancestral Spirit and Elemental Spirits, praying to get a few words about the future from their responses.
Orcss also have a "prophet" heritage.
Of course, unlike Draenei, a prophet who can truly predict the future, Orcs's prophet is more like a profession. It is an honorific title for the masters of Shaman. Because the elemental power comes from the planet itself, when various disasters are about to break out on the planet, the elements are the first to sense it.
They will communicate these warnings with Shaman, and over time, Shaman are believed to be able to predict the future.
At the Nagrand Plains clan meeting a few months ago, a large part of the reason why Ner'zhul could easily persuade Chieftain to unite was because of his status as a "prophet".
Orcs is still under the Horde system. Superstition is a behavior that is in line with the characteristics of civilization.
But only Ner'zhul himself knows.
He told a terrible lie!
He has been unable to communicate with Elemental Spirits for a long time. The elements abandoned him and he naturally can no longer predict the future. But why would he tell that terrible big lie on that occasion?
In addition to the temptation and coercion of his "disciple" Gul'dan, there is another very important reason.
"He's here Ner'zhul, the Butcher from Holy Light is here."
A gentle but illusory voice sounded in Ner'zhul's ears, causing him to immediately open his eyes from the prayer that had received no response at all. A light shone in his cloudy eyes like a droopy old man.
He raised his head and saw that his lifelong partner Rulkan was floating in front of Ner'zhul in the form of a spirit body.
She died of illness more than ten years ago and is still as full of vitality as she remembered when she was the youngest, and her blue eyes are full of tenderness and regret.
"My Ner'zhul, you are in pain, poor man."
Ms. Rulkan in the form of Undead fell down and stretched out her hands to touch her partner's wrinkled cheeks. The once strong body was now as weak as a collapse, making him look as old as a dying old man even though he was clearly in his prime.
"Rulkan, I will go and reunite with you soon, but will the ancestors really forgive us for this?"
Ner'zhul said dumbly:
"Gul'dan He's doing terrible things.
He no longer hides his dark ambitions. After completely ignoring me, he is leading Shadowmoon Clan in a terrible direction. He has designed to provoke a dispute between Orcs and Draenei. War is about to come to this once peaceful world.
I feel like I've done something terrible and I've been an accomplice.
Ancestral Spirit Will the really accept me back because of this horrific behavior?"
"Don't blame yourself, Ner'zhul, this is not your fault, you are just using this method to help the scattered Orcs people unite."
The spirit body of Rulkan still said gently:
"You heard the painful screams from Wor'gol Holy Mountain. The accusations made by Gul'dan are not lies. The "monsters" left by Draenei are indeed harassing our ancestors and preventing them from resting in peace.
That's your own experience!
This is the conspiracy of Draenei, my beloved.
You just care too much about peace but ignore the evil intentions of those Blue Skins. They are constantly expanding in our world. Talador used to be the territory of the Bladefist Clan, but now it has become the city of Draenei. The Bladefist Clan who longed for peace were slaughtered by them.
Nagrand Plains has always been the territory of the Warsong Clan. The descendants of Hellscream are there to resist the attack of the Ogre Empire for us, but Draenei's hands have already reached there, and they have built a city outside the ancestral land of the Warsong Clan. The ferocious Talbuk cavalry trample our grassland every day.
Gorgrond is the hometown of the Blackrock Clan, but the rangers of Draenei spy there day and night.
There are also Farahlon and Ashran who are alone overseas.
Draenei is occupying them, and they are openly inspecting those ancient and sacred ruins in front of our people. So, Ner'zhul, dear, tell me, what is Draenei doing?
They are testing our reactions, like cunning hunters, testing our bottom line bit by bit.
Bladefist Clan's disaster is just the beginning!
If Orcs cannot unite to give Blue Skins a resolute war response, perhaps Nagrand will become the second Talador soon.
The most important thing is Shadowmoon Valley!
Our tribe has always lived here without any worries. When Draenei fell here, our simple ancestors even helped them, but what about now?
They built the city in a grand manner under the name Holy Light. They opened up the connection between Karabor Temple and Shattrath City, and the Pilgrim's Road was spacious enough for an army to pass through!
To the south of our Burial Grounds, our sacred Land of Bones, those fanatical Draenei loyal to Archbishop Othaar expelled our people and occupied that high ground, where they built outposts and threatened Shaz'gul Fortress.
My Ner'zhul, you are so kind.
You didn't notice the Blue Skinss' talk, but Gul'dan saw their attempt to prepare for war. If we don't take action, Shadowmoon Clan will become the second Bladefist Clan.
You should support Gul'dan. Although his methods are cruel, they are also for the survival of his people.
If you feel that Gul'dan's actions are too dark, you can remove him after this racial crisis is over. You have this reputation, and as long as you come forward, the tribesmen will obey you.
Gul'dan is just a knife in your hand!
That's a very useful knife, especially when protecting people in war."
Rulkan persuaded Ner'zhul with a series of seemingly impeccable arguments. She stroked her partner's cheek and whispered:
"Don't worry about these things, my dear, you have to cheer up now, that Holy Light's the Butcher are in danger, Ancestral Spirit are panicking.
You have to defend Holy Land!
You know the importance here!
You know that you are preparing a supreme weapon for our people that can make a comeback at a critical moment. Yes, my beloved. You will once again become the hero of the people, you will once again become the savior of Orcs, you will"
"Bang"
A loud noise interrupted the bewitchment of "Rulkan".
Amidst the debris flying, Guardians of Kings holding the big sword Radiance of Holy Feathers and wrapped around Holy Light appeared in front of Ner'zhul. It then stepped aside to get out of the way, and Dick holding Legacy Battleaxe strode in.
Under Mark of Naaru's Blessing's Gleam, Dick looked at Ner'zhul who stood up holding Shadowmoon Staff, and the spirit body suspended next to him.
"Love always makes blind people do abominable things in its name."
He sighed and said:
"Don't pay attention to me, you two! You can continue the sweet talk between you. Of course, this affectionate Mr. Ner'zhul, based on the advice of bystanders, I must remind you.
Before you indulge in the obscene temptation of Paper Man's Wife, you'd better check out her ingredients.
Even from this distance, I can smell the disgusting smell of sulfur."
"Ner'zhul! Did you see it? This is the true face of Holy Light that Blue Skinss worship!"
Rulkan was suspended next to Ner'zhul, and she screamed:
"Hypocritical on the surface, but dirty on the inside. He is possessed by Holy Light, but he speaks dirty words so casually, attacks the good things in others' hearts wantonly, and forces good people to obey his cruel will.
This is Holy Light!
Do you still believe that Draenei, who is protected by such power, is a kind person?
They are a group of warlike demons! In the star sea, any world they pass through will be burned to the humblest stardust by evil fire. They are the vanguard of destruction and the messengers of bad omens!
If these dangerous Blue Skins cannot be eliminated, then the ending of Draenor will be the same as that of those sad worlds!
Go ahead, Ner'zhul, kill him!
Kill this shameless Saint Draenei, and let Vigilant's head become the first battle cry of Orcs's just war!"
"Shut up! Commander Kil'jaeden, I will "reminisce" with you later!"
Dick scolded the vicious "Rulkan" to shut up.
He held the battle ax and strode towards Ner'zhul in front of him. The latter also waved Shadowmoon Staff with a roar, letting the cold void turn into shadow tentacles and wrap around and smash towards Dick.
It is indeed a legend of Orcs.
This move is extraordinary. Even if it is the same move, its power is at least five or six times stronger than those pathetic Shadowmoon Warlock outside. But unfortunately, if it is just like this, there is nothing Vigilant can do.
"The void recedes!"
Amidst Dick's scolding, the holy light he threw out turned into a shield to resist the blow.
While he was holding a battle ax to chop the waves of void in front of him, Guardians of Kings flew forward, holding a holy sword and slashing with such force that Ner'zhul became unstable. He took a few steps back and was not afraid of the vicious "Holy Light Doubles".
As Chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, in addition to the methods of Shaman and Warlock, he is also an outstanding psychic, and Dick The area where E is located has been filled with Orcs's famous Chieftain and legendary Burial Grounds in the past hundreds of years.
"O ancestors! Glorious battle calls to you!"
The Ner'zhul with cloudy eyes smashed the Shadowmoon Staff in his hand on the ground. The Shadowmoon Rune on the surrounding boulders continued to Gleam, allowing one after another Undead wearing clan armor to break open the coffins and kill the generals.
At this time, Orcs has not yet mastered the skills to make "Death Knight". These Undead were only temporarily given the vitality of death under the control of necromancy. They still retain their fighting skills in life, but their decayed bodies and tendons can no longer allow them to exert their former might.
But there is definitely an advantage in numbers.
Under the entanglement of the legendary dead bones from all directions, Guardians of Kings's advance was suppressed. Dick looked around, then held the battle ax on the spot, raised his fist high and struck down hard.
Divine Adjudicator, which was ready to go, fell from the sky like a light cannon, hitting most of the stone platform around Dick. The scorching holy power was released and turned into terrifying energy tearing, and the dead bones that rushed towards it were burned and purified under the impact of this high-purity radiant power.
Those dead bones maintained a fighting posture, but could only be incinerated into ashes in the uninterrupted Divine Storm formed by the holy power.
Still the same sentence!
Before the heroic profession of Death Knight and Lich, who controlled Death Force, was not born, Holy Light beat Undead as easily as slaughtering a pig!
The destructive power of this blow, let alone Ner'zhul, even "Rulkan" was shocked.
she screamed:
"No! There is something wrong with the power of this Saint! He is not an ordinary legend, you can't deal with him, Ner'zhul, run! Find Gul'dan! Draenei has resurrected their the Butcher Saint with evil power, and they have made final preparations for the war to exterminate Orcs.
This is the war weapon they created to kill Orcs!
Run!
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Dear, tell Gul'dan the news quickly and let him prepare."
"Run?"
Dick moved his shoulders in the searing waves of Holy Power Burning.
He regretfully looked at the Tahamatt Holy Armor on his body that had been completely burned, and sighed in his heart that the blue and green armors really couldn't fight in high-end games. He hadn't even finished a single battle, and this suit of armor could no longer hold up.
"You two are not going anywhere today!"
Vigilant opened Avenging Wrath with a hot breath. Oops, it should be called "Seraphim" now.
The huge golden wings wrapped around Diakum continued to burst out the hot Holy Light in place. Now that he has exploded, his pair of golden wings cannot be called "small" in any way. They are like two huge and gorgeous wing shields, which can not only gather Holy Light can even help Diakum withstand melee strikes when closed, and the strength enhancement given by the burst of holy power and the coverage of the high-temperature milk White Holy Flame made the Legacy Battleaxe in Dick's hands scream overwhelmed.
It's just an ordinary epic weapon. How could He De be imbued with such power and use it?
But as a weapon, it must fulfill its duties!
Even at the cost of being broken, we must help Vigilant win today's victory and maximize his value.
"I have no intention of leaving here! I am Chieftain to the Shadowmoon Clan! I am Orcs's hero!"
Ner'zhul roared:
"How dare you provoke my clan in my Holy Land? Draenei, suffer death!"
He roared and waved his staff, causing groups of deadly Void Spikes to continuously strike forward. The power of these concentrated void essences was very dangerous. Guardians of Kings turned into flames and died after withstanding several blows, but it had already given Dick gained enough time. When Ner'zhul was preparing to summon the larger and more dangerous Void Creature, Gleam's battle ax was smashed on the head in the aftermath of the collision of Holy Light.
"Bang"
Shadowmoon Seer's Staff, passed down from generation to generation, blocked the scorching edge of the battle axe, but the next second the holy power blast given by Brilliant Star was still applied to Ner'zhul's body, knocking the aging Orcs Chieftain back a few steps.
Although he is old, he relied on his legendary physique to block Saint's Holy Crusade.
It's a pity that the demons of Argus know that once Dick gets close, it will be more than just an attack.
The Radiant Holy Sigil surrounding Dick was already full of power. Ashen Judgment struck again and was blocked by the shield exerted by Ner'zhul at the expense of mana. But then Divine Storm swept Ner'zhul into the hot storm of the rotating sacred pattern, turning Ner'zhul into a bloody man in an instant.
He screamed and staggered back, trying to regroup.
But at this moment, the scorching Midnight Sun brilliance around Dick quietly transformed, flashing a blood-red light like the magnificent sunset at dusk, and the wisp of evening wind meant that the indifferent execution had arrived!
In this quiet and beautiful evening, say goodbye to everything you love.
The transformation of the Holy Light symbol means that Dick has entered the true "Final Verdict" state. All the holy power of Harbinger of the Sun no longer burns outwards, but is instead concentrated in the weapon of Dick.
As Legacy Battleaxe let out a wail and its crystal blade quietly shattered in farewell, the battle ax as hot as Light Blade swung up, and Vigilant slashed expressionlessly, hitting the staff raised by Ner'zhul.
"Bang"
Shadowmoon Seer's Staff, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, collapsed at the first touch.
It was not even broken into two pieces, but turned into fragments and exploded at the moment of contact. However, the ax blade continued to castrate, and finally cut open Ner'zhul's body from his left shoulder all the way down.
A bright blade light stayed in Ner'zhul's sight at this moment, which was the remnant left by the light. When the execution was completed, Holy Light withdrew, and what Dick held in his hand was only the main structure of a battle ax that had lost all its edges.
But is it impossible to execute without a sharp knife?
No!
Light compressed to the extreme is sharper than all the sharp edges in the world.
You should know that one of the combat talents Dick first obtained included "Light Unsheathed". Although he cannot use the Holy Light skills of "Forge Light into a Sword" in most cases, it does not mean that he is not proficient in it.
Ner'zhul stood there blankly.
At the moment when Dick took a step back, sadly turning the wailing Legacy Battleaxe behind him and scattering Seraphim's exaggerated wings, the aging Orcs Chieftain fell face to face with a burst of blood.
He's not dead.
Dick needs him alive!
So that Light Blade just cut through his body, defeating all his resistance but not harming his life.
As wild as the Butcher, but also as precise as a surgeon, arbitrary and ruthless, this is the power of Holy Light's combat skills that Dick has honed to the "perfect" level during the past 25,000 years of slumber.
Ner'zhul, who was lying in a pool of his own blood, stretched out his hand with difficulty, wanting to touch his beloved partner who was getting further and further away from him. However, the next second, he saw that the always gentle and compassionate expression on Rulkan's face changed.
It seems that he is finally tired of this terrible and boring battle, and seems to be completely disappointed with this incompetent person Ner'zhul.
Rulkan was suspended in the sky above the deepest part of Holy Land, which had been purified by Holy Light. She showed a cold and cruel expression and scolded:
"Ha, you are such a waste! I have spent so long training you in vain. Orcs are indeed a bunch of waste! Only Gul'dan has some talent and has to give up those weak and shameless things for strength. The other Orcs are not worth mentioning at all."
"Look, I said it all."
Dick stood there and said to the sluggish Ner'zhul:
"Next time you are looking for Paper Man's wife, you must remember to check the ingredients in advance. It's so embarrassing. Alas, you never know whether there is a red-skinned Fel Oglin under the fragrant and soft Paper Man leather case."
He raised his head, looked at Rulkan, and scolded:
"Stop pretending! Commander Kil'jaeden, if you still have the slightest bit of courage in your heart that Argus had on that day of the decisive battle, show up and meet us! We are more or less friends, but do you plan to meet your former battle brothers in this hidden manner?
Go up to the tub and talk!"
"Well, Vigilant Diakum Zastinss, the legendary "Light Butcher", the lifelong enemy of that good-for-nothing Kazzak, the executor of Holy Light, and the destroyer of demons. I've been wanting to ask about it since just now."
Rulkan transformed into a fiery Fel illusion in the true form of the shattered spirit body, from which came a voice that made Dick's face change greatly.
When the latter was shaping his image of coming, he asked in a playful tone:
"Why do you have to call me "Kil'jaeden"? Are you provoking "Polluter" in this way? Could it be that the conflict between me and the Conqueror has spread throughout the entire star sea?
Or is it true that you, Draenei, have installed your spies in the Burning Legion, as the legend says?
Haha, the Shaper is really a waste.
No!
You Eredar are all a bunch of trash!
If you can't even do this little intelligence work well, how can you do Burning Crusade well with blue-skinned bugs like you?"
"Polluter? Archimonde pretended to be a corpse? No, I clearly crushed its Soul Stone, and its soul was burned by Holy Light and Shadowlands couldn't even go there!"
Dick took a step back with surprised thoughts.
He stared at the Great Demon Lord projection shaped in the Fel vortex in front of him.
The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of huge antlers made by Fel. As soon as this thing appeared, Vigilant realized that things were beyond his control.
What then emerged from the shape of the evil fire in the vortex was a pair of eyes full of darkness, cruelty and ruthlessness. On the large face like some kind of beast, the dead branches burned by Fel were embellished in the form of vines in the red beard ignited by the ashes, becoming a symbol of disaster.
The slender body and the four majestic Trampling Hoof were finally shaped, and the Human Form on the upper body of the guy held a Tainted Star Spear in his left hand, and his right hand turned into an exaggerated Fel Destruction Claw in a posture of crystal gathering.
It stretched out its great body that was possessed by Fel Demonforging, and looked down at Dick who looked shocked.
It likes this expression of trembling because of its own power.
It loudly announced to Dick and Ner'zhul:
"I am Polluter of Xinghai, I am the leader of the Burning Legion, I am the incarnation of the rotten death plague! I am your House of Plagues doomsday. Now! Kneel down! Kneel down in front of Corrupted Cenarius, kneel down in front of the leader of the Deathblight Legion!
This is your last chance."
Ner'zhul people are already numb.
Old Orcs understood everything at this moment, and covered his eyes in pain and despair, while Dick, who was also numb next to him, responded:
WTF?
Was it because my posture when I stepped on the horse was not right when I climbed out of Holy Sarcophagus that I ended up in a strange world line? Corrupted Cenarius? I know every word in this sentence, but why do they look so strange and niche when combined together?
Damn it!
Holy Light Please come out and explain to me! Where did you give me this kick?
Is this horse still the Azeroth universe?